Avoiding Alzheimer's with Group & Social Communication

My father bid goodbye to the world between the night of 5th and 6th Nov. 2013. He was a very positive man, highly contented with whatever life gave him. So much so, that on 7th October (exactly a month prior to his death) my father eagerly participated in the birthday celebrations organized separately for him by friend group circle and brother’s family.

As his darling daughter, there are innumerable lessons I learned just by watching him. Not a surprise that in death too my father taught me a very valuable lesson, mainly—stay connected with society and group circle if you wish to remain sane till the end. In today’s hard and fast life when every other elderly person is succumbing to Alzheimer’s disease, this is unarguably a lesson of a lifetime. Not to forget that my father too was struggling with failing memory ever since his fall from the stairs in 1997. This way, it is truly creditable that despite the head injury, my father did not become yet another victim of the dreaded Alzheimer’s disease-and that his thinking abilities continued to be good till the end.

Mother’s death

Due to dad’s service majorly in the northern region of India, my parents decided to settle down in Delhi after retirement. But what an irony! My mother only spent 4 years in her dream flat. She died in June 1989 due Brain Cancer. My father was a little over 60 at that time. Both my brother and I were married by then and had families of our own. Even if my mother suffered for just 5 months, the nature of the illness was such that it left all of us all thoroughly exhausted. So much so, that my father landed with pneumonia soon after mom’s death. I was there till he recovered after which I took leave along with children to join my husband in Mumbai. My brother too had to join back his organization in Rajasthan almost immediately.

Picking up the threads as a widower

As a woman now in mid-50, I realize today how difficult it must have been for my father to face the world after wife’s death. One moment, you are a family man and the next moment you are alone- a poor widower! But not the one to complain, my father slowly picked up the threads of life to go on the life’s journey alone. And here, his honorary job (taken up after retirement) under late parliamentarian Shri Madhu Dandavate proved a blessing in disguise. For when Shri Dandavate was put in charge of the Planning Commission, my father automatically became his Principal Secretary.

My father: standing extreme right

Benefits of Group Communication


  • Group communication gives an individual a sense of belonging and importance
  • Constant group activities make an individual rise above his/her misery
  • From feeling sorry for oneself, the individual becomes aware of others’ problems
  • Group Communication gives way to diversion which is good
  • In the same way, an individual gets a platform to speak to like minded people
  • Long time leaders learn to listen to others as also improve their views
  • Group plans give an individual reasons to carry on in life
  • An individual has this nice feeling that he is a strength and not a burden to the society
  • Success in group projects helps individuals gain/regain confidence
  • Group Communication acts as an excellent stress buster
  • Feedback in the form of appreciation/ acknowledgement from group members boosts confidence
  • Group activities help an individual get rid of bitterness
  • A good group contributes to spreading healthy vibes into the society via family, friends & acquaintances

This explains why my father never nursed bitterness in life. And when he died he had accomplished all responsibilities and even more.

Interestingly, my father was a part of several groups at one time-


Post-retirement Office Group

He enjoyed being a part of Shri Madhu Dandavate’s hotchpotch group that had in it young, middle-aged and old individuals like him. Unlike me, my father had an innate ability to interact with anyone who had something to say. And so he was ever willing to learn. And it is this factor that kept him sane till the end. Under the stewardship of the former minister, the group gave shape to many important projects. He also got the chance to work with late Shrimati Pramila Dandavate. In 1987, when a 16 year old pretty girl Roop Kanwar was burnt to death on her husband's pyre in Rajasthan, the entire country was aghast. During one such discussion, my father said in anguish," But marrying off daughter is so important!" Shrimati Pramila Dandavate replied " In that case, why not put the same pressure on boys too? In today's times, girls should study and be encouraged to work and take care of themselves." The reply came from a woman who had a son but no daughter!

Sharing lunch was yet another feature he enjoyed. And so when he returned home each evening by Delhi’s chartered bus, he was a happy man. Not a surprise that even after Shri Dandavate’s death in 2005, my father remained in touch with the group through phone calls once a while.

Society's Puja Group

My father became a part of this group when together with mom he shifted into the housing society. Thus, every Ganesh or Vinayak Chaturthi, he like other residents would gather at the temple adjoining the colony for a group recital of Atharvashirsha. This would go on for about 2 hours followed by distribution of Prasad and exchange of news & greetings. Men & women would then disperse with the feeling "God is in heaven. All is well with the world." Recently when I went to Delhi, I made it a point to attend the group recital. The members were very happy to see me and showed me the wooden stool on which my father would sit.

Central Government Pensioners Association

My father was part of Central Government Pensioners Association- SCRAP ( if I remember correctly). This way, he had so much to look forward to regarding increase in pension. And indeed, his childlike delight was so infectious! I remember, how he regularly communicated with the Group.

Residential Complex Retired Men’s Group

Truly a wonderful group ! Each morning retired men in Anandvan Residential Housing Complex would gather for talks at 10.30 am. And so, it was the job of the security guard to arrange plastic chairs under the warm sun (in winters) or in the shade (in summers). My father joined this group after Shri Madhu Dandavate’s death in 2005, which was yet again a terrible blow for him. A 20 year old association had come to an end. My heartbroken father saw the office close down right before his eyes. Around the same time my father also saw his elder brother and younger sister pass away. With so much grief and pain as well as many memories in his heart, my father one fine day stepped out to join this group.

I remember being angry with him for this. As this meant not ringing up between 10.30 am and 1.30 pm on any day. “Why can’t you just retire and sit peacefully at home?”At such times my father would simply laugh and hang up. Today, I realize how unjustified and unreasonable I was in my demands. Living in a family or society doesn't mean that you have to lose your identity completely! Even otherwise, he was causing no harm to the society. Also, his activities kept him out of undue interference in my brother’s family who by now had joined him in Delhi. He was happy with the breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner served to him at his normal time. Besides, the Housing Complex Retired Men’ Group was no ordinary cluster. All of the 10-12 men had held senior positions in the past.One of them was a sculptor of national repute. And so they all had a lot to say as well as contribute in country affairs. Which they did seriously every day!

Besides they also believed in enjoying their retired life. This is how my father saw the blockbuster movie “Dirty Picture” with his new found group. This apart, the group also went on a picnic each year. Interestingly, while I am always very nervous during Shraddhapaksha (fortnight when we pay obeisance to dead), these gallant men always went for picnic around this time! During a talk with dad, I also came to know that one of the group members was an excellent cook. And so once a year he would invite them all for a lavish lunch.

As is the general practice among the Hindus, the entire group came home to pay obeisance to my father on the 13th day of his death. The smiling photograph of my father pleased them all. Each member then remembered and spoke a few words about my father.

“He was a happy man!”

“He never liked Bal Thackeray’s hostility towards non-maharashtrians in Mumbai” said yet another.

“Yes, he felt that it greatly embarrassed the Maharashtrians staying outside Maharashtra.”

For a while I almost thought that my father had stepped out of the photograph to partake actively in the discussion!

In my recent visit to Delhi, I saw the group having a meeting just like always. I waved at them and they waived back at me.

Morning Walk Group

My father was an early riser and would regularly go for morning walks at 4.30 or 5 am. At such times he would meet other morning walkers too. They would wave at one another or simply smile. Yes, if ever there was a long gap, they would stop by to ask why. It was a different kind of group and yet it was a group nonetheless for they all shared a common goal! Further, there was feedback in the form of smiles and hand waving. As is the human tendency, they all kept track of who walked fast and who was slow which resulted in a good healthy competition- typical of any group. Little wonder that my father was free from blood pressure, diabetes and heart ailment till the last moment when his BP shot up to 240 and he suffered a cardiac arrest.

My father's morning walk came to a halt a year or two before his death as he found his movement severely affected by arthritis. But not the one to give up, dad took to taking a stroll in the colony itself. He now used a walking stick gifted to him by his group.This way, my father was always the first person to greet the newspaper boy when he arrived on the bicycle!

Benefits of Social Communication

Interestingly, my father enjoyed social communication immensely. When I say this, I don't mean the Facebook or Twitter. For, he was not internet friendly. But the reason for mentioning this is that often bereaved people out of hurt and bitterness sever all ties with the society. Fortunately, my father was never bitten by this bug. Even otherwise, he had attained such a stature in life where nobody could think of being nasty to him.

Strengths of social communication (as regards senior citizens):

  • Social Communication takes place on a larger platform
  • In social communication, members of diverse groups come together for a while
  • It is somewhat formal in nature which prevents individuals from becoming careless & sloppy
  • This apart, manners & etiquette too help check degeneration
  • Further, social communication gives an individual a reason to dress up
  • Social communication helps an individual retain his/her identity and not fade away like someone's father/mother/brother/sister
  • Social Communication such as weddings, get-together, large picnics, etc. act as stress busters
  • Social communication in the form of writing, etc. increases knowledge & vocabulary
  • New information is received & circulated
  • New acquaintances are made
  • Social communication sometimes results in good job finding, marriage fixing in family, new business deal, information about school, college, new courses, etc.
  • New friendship is born which is again good

This explains how my father learnt to be happy even in grief.

Attending social weddings as a widower

My father made it a point to attend weddings on his side as well as my mother’s. He also earned a lot of goodwill in the process. I remember vividly how my father enjoyed every moment of my daughter’s wedding. As a grandfather of the bride, everybody came up to him and he was happy acknowledging their greetings. As he was not diabetic, he enjoyed the food also.


Social Writing

Interestingly, It was my father who introduced me to Reader’s Digest, Illustrated Weekly of India and several such good magazines. Khushwant Singh was his favourite editor. In fact, his loud guffaws over Khushwant Singh’s writings, still ring in my ears! Sadly, many of these magazines folded around the same time that my mother died. In all certainty it was a double blow for my father. And yet very determinedly, my father began writing again both in English and Marathi. And when his articles appeared in the editorial column, he felt immensely happy. With the same zest, he also wrote feed backs for articles and stories in Marathi newspapers and magazines. And so even though he did not belong to the internet era, he made quite a few pen–friends. Slowly we saw his confidence return.

Returning love and goodness to society

My father's social communication extended to the needy as well. This meant donating to an NGO, helping the domestic maid financially when the roof over her head was under threat. His famous lines being," In life you are responsible for those who work for you. And so, you should help them whenever required."

Watching Television

Sadly, around 2011 that my father began to experience tiredness while reading and writing. That’s when he started watching TV while at home. He would watch Rangoli - old Hindi film songs on national network, Doordarshan. He would avidly watch cricket matches. I never saw him angry when India lost a match. His famous words being,"it happens!"

But mostly he watched Marathi Sahyadri. When I asked him once the reason for this, he disclosed that he felt guilty for staying outside Maharashtra in spite of being a Maharashtrian! Thus, in his last days my father tried to make this up by watching Marathi channels. Whatever! He kept himself occupied by watching news, serials, health related programs and fun games on TV. And when sometimes I was there, he would call me to show some interesting happening on TV. Feedback was in the form of discussion about the programs amongst friends and us.

Listening to radio

Radio always held a special place at home. Even if not a great singer himself, it was my father who introduced me to songs on Vividh Bharati at the age of 3 or 4. Songs such as - Dhoondo dhoondo re sajna.. as also tasveer teri dil mein.. helped me realize the sweetness in Lata Mangeshkar's voice, Similarly, my father also introduced me to Mohammed Rafi's soft, silky voice and Asha Bhonsle's lilting voice -Abhi na jao chod kar...

Even with the advent of TV, my father never gave up listening to radio. His day began with the famous signature tune of Vividh Bharati followed by news and then songs. Interestingly, it was my father who gave me the first news that all the songs of Veer Zara were based on the compositions of late Shri Madan Mohan. And to think that he had by then touched 80! Naturally, my father had no time for depression.

And so I am proud of my father for leaving behind healthy tips for Alzheimer- free life. I am sure that apart from me many others too will benefit greatly from this.

Adieu, my dear father! May you always rest in peace!

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Comments 18 comments

SS Rammohan 23 months ago

A wonderful article full of practical advice. Will be of great help to me having completed 60 years.

SS Rammohan


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Sulabha 23 months ago from Indore, India Author

Thank you, Sir. Yes, I guess we all have reached an age, where we need to take care of ourselves in every way so that we don't become a burden on others. That's the bitter truth.

Thanks a lot for the comment. It will sure motivate me to do better.


P. Banerjee 23 months ago

What a wonderful article Sulabha. One thing is clear that your father knew how to live life and enjoy it too. All his interests goes to show that he was a complete man getting pleasure in doing things of all types rather than depend on someone. A sure case of motivation for people like us .Your article is an inspiration.


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Sulabha 23 months ago from Indore, India Author

Thank you, Sir. Yes, as I look back, I too realize that my father knew how to enjoy and be happy in life.

Even if late, I do plan to incorporate some of his values. At least I have started my morning walk. He always advised me to do so.

Thank you again.


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peachpurple 23 months ago from Home Sweet Home

sad but inspiring article. How long did your dad had the disease before he passed on? I really admire your dad.


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Sulabha 23 months ago from Indore, India Author

Dear peachpurple,

Thank you. My dad had no real health problem accept old age arthritis, which he kept in control.

He died of cardiac arrest. He was not bed-ridden till the end. His end was smooth.

Thank you once again.


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seraphic 21 months ago from Canada

Wonderful tribute to your father! We always take something from our ancestry and move it forward in time, writing was the gift bestowed to you by your father and you have honored it.

Memories are all that we have to cling to until we meet again on the other side of this life. He is proud of you for all that you have accomplished and that you have taken inventory of his life.

Beautiful Hub!


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Sulabha 21 months ago from Indore, India Author

Yes. Memories are all that we cling to !

Hope I do him proud by spreading his positiveness to as many people as possible.

Yes, I do dream of meeting him & mom and telling them that I did not let their teaching go waste even if I was slow in showing appreciation.

Thank you, Seraphic.


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peachpurple 20 months ago from Home Sweet Home

my mom had stroke, do you think it ill link to this disease too?


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Padmajah Badri 18 months ago from India

Hi ..your father is a great personality ..I superlike his association as groups..I am going to read this hub to my parents as well .My parents are living alone as they had only daughters.These groups can bring more essence in to their life ..Great hub ..voted up


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Sulabha 18 months ago from Indore, India Author

Dear peachpurple,

I am sure your father must have recovered by now. I am sorry I did not get back to you. That particular day I was very busy. And then I just don't know how it slipped from my mind.

Stroke is sometimes due to mental stress, loneliness,etc. as I have often heard.

I suppose we should tackle it by constantly counting our blessings and being in a happy atmosphere.

I am also struggling to do this.


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Sulabha 18 months ago from Indore, India Author

Dear Padmajah,

Thank you so much. Parents are always dear to us. I always shared a rapport with my father. But I would have never realized his virtues, had I not come across quite a few Alzheimer's cases and a few heading towards it in the last few years.- including my own mother-in-law who died recently of Dementia/ Alzheimer's. In all these cases I saw a lot of negativity, feeling of revenge and tremendous one upmanship.

That's when I realized the strong points of my father. He never nurtured rancor. And this is what I have tried to project.

I have tried to give a message through my father. In fact I, too, am trying to take a leaf from his life.


RAMAKANT J NALAWADE 15 months ago

Sulbhatai What a wonderful article giving in such detail the activities in the life of our dear Bapusaheb. I miss him a lot particularly on every Vinayaki & Sankashti Chaturthi as Bapu was always first in the temple to attend the Shree Ganesh Atharvashirsha Aavaratana. He was always cheerful & a self made personality. I am also now 76 plus and there are lot of tips in your article worth following, thanks


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Sulabha 15 months ago from Indore, India Author

Thank you Sir. Your endorsement has made my day. Every time I visit Anandvan Maharashtra Co-Operative Housing Society and see your Group I feel I need to learn a lot from you all. On every member's face I see a halo of confidence. It's really sad that my brother failed to take tips of happy living from this.

Now my only desire is to make a difference in other people's lives, so that I can answer my father tomorrow.


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Perspycacious 14 months ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

May I suggest that you put a copy of this biographical sketch into the records of Family Search along with some added genealogy that will connect your father's family with your mother's family? You have already done the writing and this could now be easily added to start a wonderful family record.


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Sulabha 14 months ago from Indore, India Author

Dear Perspycacious,

Yes, Yes! Why not! I never thought of this.

Thank you so much.


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Margie Lynn 2 months ago from Beautiful Texas Hill Country

This was a wonderful hub about your father! Thanks for sharing Sulabba.


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Sulabha 2 months ago from Indore, India Author

Thank you so much, Margie. I have just penned down what I learned from my father.

He had every reason to go crazy after getting widowed at 60. But he carried on and was able to check my brother and his wife from creating further problems in life by just going about his life methodically and not allowing himself to get ruffled.

Someday, I plan to write a hub on how 2 wrong people should not get married.

Thank you again,

Warm regards,

Sulabha

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